A few months ago, I received an invitation to the Reading Festival. I picked up the email a little late at night, and blearily (but enthusiastically) replied that I would LOVE to appear at the festival. I even added a line expressing my surprise that they were featuring authors on stage now, and went to bed dreaming of hanging out backstage with various pop princesses.
When I received confirmation, I realised I had misread the invitation a little bit. It wasn’t Reading as in Redding. It was Reading as in Reading and Writing, and the school in question had no intention of turning their literary week into a rock festival. Anyway, the event happened yesterday, and was good fun. Thanks to Kay for sorting it so well, and also Chloe, the student chaperone, who had to sit through the same talk three times over.
I’m also sorry that I called you Sophie all day. It has not been a good week for names.